"Destroy them!"

Under the gloomy canopy, Winlessa held the wrath of the stars and rushed to the forefront. Behind her, the Guards of Quel'Salas, made up of five hundred Silvermoon Ranger and warriors. And in front of them, there were undead soldiers pressed into pieces by black. This scene couldn't help but remind the warriors of Quel'Thalas of the Battle of Silvermoon City, with the scars of death behind them, and this trace of decay made their hearts even more uneasy, but under the leadership of Wenlesa, the blood elves had no intention of retreating. Instead, they rushed forward against the shields and blades of the Scourge Legion.

Pure white light flashed, and one by one the Scourge soldiers fell to the ground and never got up again. There are no such high-level undead monsters as Lichs and Abominations. The only ones who have combat power and are a threat are the scattered Crypt Demons. Their hard shells can withstand sword swings, and it takes at least two or three Blood Elf Ranger or Warriors to work together to kill them.

But the other Scourge forces are vulnerable.

Wen Lessara pulled the bow, pinched three feathered arrows with four fingers, and when the three arrows were fired at the same time, the five Scourge soldiers fell to the ground at the same time. Two magic arrows continued to travel through the Scourge Infantry's body, piercing the other two Scourge Soldiers.

After drawing her bow and shooting arrows, she rushed forward, wielding two elven short blades, weaving through the Scourge army, one by one the Scourge soldiers fell in front of the Windranger, their necks wiped out, their arms removed, and each one of them powerless. Behind him, the Quel'Salas guards followed, feathered arrows all over the battlefield, and the dead Scourge soldiers lay on the ground, no blood, only the rotting juice of the undead, flowing across the black land......

"These are not armies at all."

After pulling the short blade away from a zombie, Wen Lesa frowned and said with a serious expression. She looked into the distance, in the direction of Lordaeron. There, mountains stretch and an orange sky stained with poison gas and plague envelops the continent......

"But they stand in our way, and the knights of Ares and Lordaeron will feel a great threat here."

Romans walked over from behind and said calmly.

"That's exactly what I'm worried about. The Lich King has completely cut off Quel'Salas from Lordaeron. The news of this place can't get out at all, my sister, and Ares, Ronin, they don't know what's going on here. They also thought that the situation in the Eastern Plaguelands was bad. ”

Wen Lesa turned around and said with a bite of her lip. She walked through Quel'Thalas's army like a leader and a goddess, and she did.

"Haven't you been able to get in touch with Luo Ning lately?"

Wenlesa then asked.

"Your own husband can't be reached, let alone me."

Romans returned with a straight face.

“……”

Wen Lesa was speechless for a moment.

"Hopefully, Sylvanas and Ares can see the Scourge for what they really are, and what they really do...... I'm sure my sister can do it. ”

After a moment of silence, Winlessa forced herself to cheer herself up again.

"Trust Sylvanas...... You might as well trust Ares. Don't say I'm partial, Sylvanas has fallen in love, and she's no different from a little girl. ”

Romans said with a straight face. Wen Lesa immediately replied to him with a cold look, and the Archmage had to turn his face away as if he had not said anything......

……

"Outside the Chapel of Light's Wish, there are piles of corpses of undead soldiers, and if we don't rescue them, the Chapel will be reduced to ruins, Lord Lord, you know better than me, and you know better than all of us what it means to Lordaeron and to the Knights. If it weren't for the Chapel of Light's Wishes, Lordaeron would not have survived to this day. ”

In the city of Lordaeron, in the camp of the Knights, when Ares had just walked out of the room in sackcloth in the early morning, more than a hundred paladins and warriors of the Knights of the Silver Hand had gathered in front of him. They were dressed in the armor and weapons they had used for training, and they all looked in high spirits and emotions. Ares had already guessed such a picture, but when it really happened, Ares couldn't help but sigh deeply. The Chapel of Light's Wish cannot fall, Ares knows better than anyone else, but war is never easy...... In the Orc War of that year, and the Cataclysm War later, which of the enemy's offensive lines met people's expectations? Neither. The more unexpected it is, the more likely it is to happen. For three whole months, in three months, none of the reconnaissance cavalry sent to the Eastern Plague Land returned, and all the information was transmitted by carrier pigeons, except for a few words on the paper, there was no human or material evidence. Ares became increasingly suspicious of the Scourge Legion's purpose. But after all, no one has actually been to the Chapel of Light's Wish, and no one knows what is really going on there. Ares recalls that even Quel'Thalas's forces were blocked, and that Winlessa's Quel'Thalas' Guard was the closest to the Chapel, however, there was no really valuable news coming from her. Elven spells can record what happens on magical parchment, and then send it in, and there will be a dynamic record on the parchment, but this time it was not.

Ares was overwhelmed.

"I know, I know what the Chapel of Light's Wish means to Lordaeron, to us. But as I said, with our current strength, we can only defend one place. Whether it is the capital of Lordaeron or the Chapel of the Wish of Light is a question worth considering. Defending Lordaeron can protect 100,000 civilians of Lordaeron, and reinforcing the Chapel of Light's Wish can ensure that our holy land does not fall. However, reinforcing the Chapel of Light's Wish will require a risky crossing of the Sodoril River and the dark and decaying Eastern Plaguelands. Our warriors will inevitably be met with unimaginable convictions along the way, and more importantly, will the Lich King take the opportunity to attack the royal city of Lordaeron? No one will know this, knowing that two important coalition forces of Stormwind and Ironforge have not yet landed. North of the Arathi Heights, the enemy is outnumbered. ”

"Reinforcement of the Chapel of the Light's Wish, I hope so. Suffice it to say, I want more reinforcements than all of you here. It was the soul of the Knights. There, my mentor and friend are buried, Tirio. Fordin and his son Tyran. Foding. And many of my former comrades-in-arms...... They were all killed and sacrificed in the bloody battle, and I am more earnest than you in terms of heart. But we must not be impulsive in war, and we must remain sane, even before the most dangerous dark Ones arrive. We should all keep our sanity, and if we let the vengeful blood get carried away, we are no different from bloodthirsty orcs. There are 100,000 civilians in Lordaeron who need our protection, and believe me, brothers, this matter needs to be carefully considered......"

Dressed in rough linen clothes and in the early morning sun, Ares stood in front of the hundred members of the Knights and spoke generously. Half of the knights and warriors present nodded their heads and expressed their willingness to obey Ares's command again. However, there are still a few people who can't let go of their worries and obsessions...... They whispered and frowned...... And Ares doesn't know how long this scene can last, the knights are restless again and again, his speech is not omnipotent, if Varian and Magni can't land in the north soon, it's really too late......